Su Qingluan had already prepared herself mentally for the even scarier "ghostly scribbles" on the second piece of paper - as it turned out, at least the first half of the paper was indeed in line with her "expected horrible scene."
However, the handwriting on the second half of the paper was handsome and elegant, with its own unique style - and the handwriting looked very familiar, without a doubt, it was Mu Xingzhi's.
In Huaxi Village, Su Qingluan was not bragging. Apart from Mu Xingzhi, her own calligraphy was the only one that could be considered good.
Su Qingluan looked at the rows of neatly handwritten lists. Mu Xingzhi was very considerate and added marks after people with the same name, so that people could distinguish them at a glance.
Thinking about a bunch of men, women, young and old who were scratching their heads anxiously because they couldn't write their own or other people's names due to poor literacy, but were afraid of disturbing her sleep, so they turned around and all went to Mu Xingzhi's side. Su Qingluan imagined the scene and felt a little touched and a little funny.
If he wanted Mu Xingzhi's calm demeanor, he wouldn't be able to sleep well last night because of me, but he probably still had to put on airs and pretend nothing happened.
...I don't know if this can be considered as being caught in the crossfire.
Su Qingluan thought that she had to prepare her "thank you gift" before the next sketching class - otherwise it would be too insincere.
Although I thought so, the most important thing right now is the dinner for the patient.
The previous morning, Su Qingluan was afraid that the omelet and white porridge were too light and eating too much would cause acid reflux, so she prepared some shredded mustard greens as pickles.
In order to prevent the throat inflammation and swelling of several patients from getting worse, Su Qingluan no longer used strong spices such as dogwood and peppercorns, but only used relatively mild seasonings such as salt, sugar and sesame oil.
However, Su Qingluan had never expected that even without those irritating spices as seasoning, the taste of salt and sugar alone was enough to make the coughs of the whole family worse, forcing Su Qingluan to have a headache about how to cook next.
It must be light, and there is no problem with my parents' side at all. After all, they are both ruthless people who can drink up the Chinese medicine soup no matter how unpalatable it is with just their eyes closed, and they don't need candied fruits to sweeten their mouths.
So no matter how salty or bland the food was, they could finish it calmly.
The two little guys, on the other hand, hadn't been treated badly in food for a long time. They were used to Su Qingluan's various delicious dishes, but now they had to eat a light diet due to their illness.
What's more, sick people will have a dull sense of taste and reduced appetite. At this time, they have to eat some blandly seasoned "sick meals", which is too difficult for the two little ones no matter how you look at it.
So Su Qingluan started thinking about how to make some delicious snacks for the two little ones that were not spicy or irritating.
From this point of view, sweet and sour snacks are the best choice.
So the first idea that came to Su Qingluan's mind was candied haws, which are sweet and sour, appetizing and easy to make - as long as you can master the heat to boil the rock sugar, candied haws are not difficult to make.
However, there are no hawthorns at home right now, so I have to go to the market to buy some tomorrow. Su Qingluan thought so and added the option of "candied haws" as a backup for tomorrow's snack on the menu.
I have thought about the snack for tomorrow, but I still have no idea about today's.
Su Qingluan searched the kitchen and backyard to see what kind of food was available. She planned to make two light vegetarian stir-fries and add raw pork slices to the porridge. Then she found two pieces of yam in a corner.
It is called "iron stick yam" not because of its taste. In fact, this variety of yam has a soft, glutinous and delicate taste, and Su Qingluan herself likes to eat it. What is really related to the "iron stick" is that the thickness of this yam is almost the same in all places, and it looks gray with mud and dust. At first glance, it looks like a piece of stick.
However, in this era, more people call it "wooden stick yam", after all, "iron stick" is still too rare.
Looking at the two iron sticks of yam in her hand, Su Qingluan suddenly remembered that there was some fruit jam left at home in order to adjust the subtle taste of the "Four Seasons" series!
Although this experimental jam retains only the most original sweet and sour taste, without even adding sugar or honey, it is fresh and plentiful! Moreover, it is not difficult to adjust the sweetness and sourness.
So Su Qingluan decided to make a jam yam puree today.
But looking at the yam, Su Qingluan was in trouble - when the iron stick yam is not heated at high temperature, there will be a layer of slippery mucus on the surface after the skin is scraped off.
Such mucus not only makes handling yam slippery and troublesome, but more importantly, it can cause varying degrees of skin allergies.
In her previous life, Su Qingluan's skin wasn't very sensitive. At most, she'd feel a slight redness and itchiness after handling yam. This was relatively mild, and she could simply wash her hands in warm water to inactivate the allergy-causing ingredients, and the redness and itchiness would subside.
What's more, modern times have very convenient disposable latex gloves, and Su Qingluan can wear them to handle yams.
But there are no suitable gloves for Su Qingluan to wear now, and she is not sure to what extent her body is allergic to the mucus of yam.
What if it's serious, like laryngeal edema or something...
Shivering all over, Su Qingluan decided not to scare herself. She paced over the shelf where various seasonings were placed twice, and suddenly her eyes lit up: Yes, how could she forget about this?
So, she brought a small porcelain basin, filled it with water, and added some rice vinegar. Then Su Qingluan broke the iron stick yam apart until it was long enough to be completely submerged in the water in the basin.
It was already late autumn at this time, and the water drawn directly from the well would be very cold, which would freeze people's fingers. So in order to avoid rheumatism in her hands at a young age, Su Qingluan would always take advantage of good weather to dry the water she needed in the sun for a whole day.
So the water that Su Qingluan scooped out from the water tank behind was not cold enough to freeze her hands, but instead had a slightly warm touch.
Carefully peeling the yam, Su Qingluan kept it submerged in water with rice vinegar throughout the entire process. This not only neutralized the slippery feel of the slime, preventing her hands from becoming red and itchy, but also prevented the white tubers inside the yam from being exposed to air and oxidized into black patches.
Su Qingluan touched the yam that was no longer slippery in the water, smiled with satisfaction and squinted her eyes.
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